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The huge heart in its chest began to beat crazily, continuously squeezed, and spurted out dragon blood, supplying it to the whole body.

little dragon...

I felt a pressure that I had never felt before.

It was a kind of fear from the heart after encountering a natural enemy.

It is the suppression of the lower by the upper in the food chain.

It is an indelible brand engraved in the blood and bone marrow!

"Ow!!!"

The little dragon let out a long and sharp howl, and tongues of fire erupted from his mouth, and the dragon's breath surged!

Normally, the little dragon's breath is at most a fire snake.

But at this moment...

But it has a monstrous momentum!

The thick black mist was torn open by the sudden fire! ! !

"Little Dragon!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming's eyes lit up.

He really didn't expect Xiaolong to have such terrifying explosive power.

"That Zulong is just an image."

"Maybe Xiaolong can really break free!"

Chen Ming couldn't help thinking excitedly.

However, such thoughts just flashed by.

next second.

Xiaolong's sharp and long howling stopped abruptly.

As if being strangled by someone's throat, it disappeared quickly and completely.

follow closely.

The black mist reflected by the fiery red froze.

The fiery cloud-like sky presents a static state, just like the most bold and unrestrained thick ink and heavy colors in the works of medieval masters.

But gradually, the color became unbalanced.

The black mist fluttered and fluttered, and the dazzling firelight began to fade.

Like a beach at low tide.

The waves took everything from the beach...

Silently.

Nothing was left.

Flame, gone.

The billowing black mist that could not be seen at a glance enveloped the sky again.

Shrouded the little dragon.

Chen Ming's heart also fell to the bottom at this moment.

it's over...

He could only watch this scene helplessly.

But can't do anything...

"Shh!"

Suddenly, Chen Ming pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the billowing black clouds in the sky.

Indeed, in the face of such an existence, he couldn't do anything.

but……

Just because he can't do it doesn't mean he won't do it.

Chen Ming, whose skill bar is completely black, naturally does not have the ability to soar into the sky and compete with Zulong.

Therefore, he just raised his right hand with all his strength, aimed the dagger in his right hand at the sky, and then...

Throw it hard!

Such behavior immediately attracted the attention of the nearby soldiers.

They immediately clenched their long swords and aimed at Chen Ming, as if they were about to charge away without saying a word.

But when they saw clearly what Chen Ming threw, the tension in their hearts dissipated instantly.

"A dagger?"

One showed a playful smile.

Not only him.

Others have almost the same expressions.

The dagger was originally small.

It is also an ancestor dragon thrown from the ground to the sky.

That's the behavior above.

And the contrast between the smallness of the dagger and the vastness of the ancestral dragon.

All of them made Chen Ming look extremely ridiculous.

But Chen Ming remained expressionless.

Even ants have the right to struggle, right?

He is definitely not the kind of person who will be caught without a fight!

"Whoosh!"

The dagger flew upwards.

With a touch of coldness.

Although it was soon engulfed by billowing black clouds in the sky.

But at least it erupted with its own cold light before it entered the black mist!

After two seconds.

From the black fog not far away, the dagger fell straight down.

It fell quickly with its head upside down like an eagle with broken wings.

Chen Ming watched it fall from the sky.

Poker face.

Sure enough, this is the result...

He, the ant, fought hard, but in the end he didn't even arouse Zulong's reaction at all.

This is the real scorpion shaking the tree.

The other party never even had any feedback.

Chen Ming looked up at the sky with a blank expression on his face.

In the black mist, what happened to Xiaolong...he didn't know.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab it.

The equipment mechanism returned the dagger that was in mid-air to his hand.

As soon as he took it, Chen Ming felt a slight chill.

He looked down, only to find that there was a wisp of black mist wrapped around the dagger.

The black mist that formed the ancestral dragon seemed to be exactly the same.

"Is it brought down after the dagger pierced it..."

Chen Ming didn't intend to think too much at first, after all, the situation was already like this, so he didn't have time to take care of these trivial matters.

Unexpectedly.

next second.

The mist on the dagger suddenly became icy cold!

That is a kind of icy cold that can make people feel stinging!

The mist that was originally lingering on the dagger seemed to be stimulated by something.

Before Chen Ming could react.

He was already gloomy, and the unusable backpack suddenly opened by itself, and a pellet-like elixir shot out!

It spun suddenly in Chen Ming's palm!

Suction burst.

The black mist wrapped around the dagger was immediately absorbed by the pill, and then swallowed up!

The pill was still that holy pure white, without any appearance of black mist infestation.

This scene is very slow to say, but it is actually in the blink of an eye.

Before Chen Ming could figure out what happened, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Zulong..."

"It's that guy's breath..."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"You were so weak back then, but you can already touch that guy..."

Gentle voice.

Seems to be……

priest? !

Chapter 493 How long has passed?Dawn of Dragons!

Chen Ming was taken aback by the familiar voice in his ears.

Then...

He actually had a sense of joy!

Yes, it's a surprise.

Before, he had always been wary of the priest, the priestess and the group.

Even though they helped him time and time again, he never let go of his guard.

He has always firmly believed that the gift given by fate has already secretly marked the price.

but now……

The gentle voice of the priest is like the sound of nature!

Gives people a sense of security like a drowning person grabbing driftwood!

"Father...is that you!"

Chen Ming asked eagerly in his heart.

The other party fell into silence.